The earth is rich for summer is full and ripe awaiting harvest.
New life is encapsulated in seeds of perpituity as signs of autumn begin.
A minute entity of itself is encoded, compacted, and archived
for a journey through time.
Caterpillar J's attached and spun into chrysalis and cocoon
dangle in the wind.
Hurricanes come and hurricanes blow
as sunlight creeps on the floor farther inside the window.
Shall we bemoan its passing or glory in its wonder.